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6, the quest continued

A loud boom wakes me up. I yawn loudly and open my eyes. It's still dark. I hear bells ringing and suddenly people are shouting and yelling outside. I know this is the day we leave, but why all this rumour? I yawn one more time and stand up, stretching my legs and arms. A pile of clothes is lying on the chair next to my bed. I pick them up; they are clearly different from the clothes I've been wearing the past month, but they look much like my daily clothes from before, when I still lived in my small house in the village. God, that seems so long ago now when I think of it.

So, anyway. I open the door, careful not to hit anyone. The whole hall was crowded. "Hello? What's going on?" I ask. A man standing with his back to me turns around. It's Graham. "Ah, there you are. There are some complications. You better put your travel clothes on quickly." He says. I nod and disappear in my room again. I put the clothes on, like Graham had told me to do, and open the door again. The scene hasn't changed.

I look around me disoriëntated till someone grabs my arm and pulls me with him. Protesting won't help, for I don't know the intentions of this man. I can't help but close my eyes, since I'm scared of big crowds.

"I found him, king." The man says. I slowly open my eyes. I'm standing in the big room where I had first met Graham and Eric a month ago. Graham, Eric, Terry, Michael and Terry are there too. The man who had brought me here bows and leaves. Graham coughs.

"You may be wondering what is going on. Well, I shall tell you. Peasants have broken into the castle. They have been informed about our journey and, apparently, they don't want us to leave."

I'm not surprised. The royals are, opposite to some other countries, very popular among the people. However, Michael looks quite surprised and also a bit irritated.

"I feel good for you that you are so popular, but, may I say, if these peasants can come in so easily, I strongly advise you to take a very thorough look at the defense of your castle." He says.

Eric laughs. "It won't happen again, sir. Actually, the reason is, that our soldiers are striking."

Terry J raises his eyebrows. "Striking?" He asks, almost speechless. Eric nods. "Yes, they want to come with us on our quest. But they can't, so they protest. By striking." He scratches his head awkwardly. Graham coughs and shifts on his seat. "Eh, yes. But anyway, the horses are ready. Have you packed already? Good. Then we can finally take off, I suppose."

The foreign nobles, looking a bit uncomfortable, walk to the back door to avoid the people. We follow them. Outside, six black horses and one donkey are waiting. We put our luggage on the donkey and get on our horses. I look around one more time, to my beloved homecountry, before I follow the others. A sharp pain flashes through my body. I look at the two kings and three knights in front of me. What have I gotten myself into?

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